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A Message for My Child

I gave you life, but I cannot live it for you.
I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn.
I can give you directions, but I cannot be there to lead you.
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot make you believe.
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always decide for you.
I can buy you beautiful clothes, but i cannot make you beautiful inside.
I can offer you advice, but cannot accept it for you.
I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you.
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish.
I can teach you to respect, but I cannot force you to show honour.
I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose them for you.
I can tell you about drink, but cannot say NO for you.
I can warn you about drugs, but I cannot prevent you using them.
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I cannot achieve them for you.
I can teach you kindness, but I cannot force you to be gracious.
I can warn you about sins, but I cannot make your morals.
I can tell you how to live, but I cannot give you Eternal Life.

Author: Patrick Atkinson
Submitted by: Toddlebabe

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All alone on the beach, all alone in the world

I take a walk along the beach all alone. The sun is about to rise so I sit upon the sand. My feet play with the sand, it goes between my toes. The water rises to my feet as the sun begins to rise. My eyes are blinded by the sun. I sit alone there watching a beautiful sunrise, the air so pure and clean, the sky so bright and clear. I put my chin upon my knees and being to cry. All alone on the beach, all alone in the world. I sit and weep at the beach all day. The sun is about to set, I lay upon the beach and watch it fall to the water. I see red, yellow, pink, blue, and purple. Clouds are around the sun in a layer like pattern. I am laying there until the moon is my light. I see the twinkle of the first star, I make a wish upon it. I sit up again and give myself a hug and begin to cry. All alone on the beach, all alone in the world. There is a slight whisper I hear. A whisper upon the wind, it says "You are not alone." Upon hearing the whisper a hand touches my shoulder, I look back and there you are.

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Always

When you need a shoulder to cry on,
Remember that I have a warm embrace,
Ready to offer comfort.

When you think I'm being too tough,
Remember that which does not kill you
Makes you stronger.

When you need a friend to listen,
Remember that I am here for you,
Always.

When you doubt me,
Remember that I once knelt at your feet,
Washing them in service to you.

When you lose faith in yourself,
Remember that I never did,
Nor ever will.

Author: Tara Simms
Submitted by: SCRAPPY VICKI

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Any Woman

Any Woman

She'll let you in her laugh
She'll let you in her smile
If your love for her is true,
She'll love you back with style.

Author: Laura Jackson 1995
Submitted by: ladyjack Laura

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Anyway

People are often unreasonable and self-centered.
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.

If you are honest, people may cheat you.
Be honest anyway.

If you find happiness, people may be jealous.
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough.
Give your best anyway.

For you see, in the end it is between you and God.
It never was between you and them anyway.

Mother Teresa

Author: Mother Teresa
Submitted by: BirdBrain

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Awake

A wicked cry pierces the nighttime-
its glow overtakes her soul.
Another one falls to the ground
and makes the sky more cold.
There is something to wonder
about the sky
created before her eyes.
There seems to be a magical touch
of darkness in His light.
Let the bells ring and the people be on
their way
For everything is alright.
It’s the dawning of a new day.
January 27, 2003

Author: jessica.jrm22
Submitted by: jessica.jrm22

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Be the Best

If you can't be a highway,
Be a trail.
If you can't be the sun,
Be a star.
It's not by size that you win or lose,
Be the best of what you are.

Author: Douglas Malloch
Submitted by: kelseymel

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Be the best that you can be

Be the best that you can be
Pursue your goals persistently
Make your fondest dreams come true
and most of all believe in you

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: Tracey Jackson

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Believe in Yourself

Believe in yourself -
in the power you have
to control your own life, day by day,
Believe in the strength
that you have deep inside,
and your faith will help
show you the way.
Believe in tomorrow
and what it will bring -
let a hopeful heart carry you through,
For the things will work out
if you trust and believe
there's no limit
to what you can do.

Author: Emily Matthews
Submitted by: pathfinder

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Big Sis Lil Sis

Through thick and thin
Big Sis, Lil Sis stuck together.
No matter what
Forever and ever.

A New place
Lil sis saw
Big Sis' face
Catch her so she wouldn't fall.

We've had our share of arguements
Fights and bickers.
But I know you've been heaven sent
Because God made us SISTERS.

And even when your miles away
I'll still say to you
"Big Sis, Lil sis",
Still rings true.

Love ya sis.

Author: Brittany M.Enriquez
Submitted by: Blueboy

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Blacksburg

This is a poem I wrote after the Va. Tech tragedy.

I feel a heartrending bond with your overwhelming pain.

A day that changed your world—to me is foreign and strange.

I wasn't’t there to feel your fear or wipe away the tears.

I only saw the terror like pictures on a page.

My heart did break, my eyes did flood—a sense of innocence lost.

An overpowering feeling like a dark cloud moved across.

The sense of shock, of disbelief came creeping ‘round the bend.

But, with this horrible beginning there is thankfully an end.

These times will fade to memory, your fears someday subside—and history will remember the day our children died.

You will be strong; you’ll soldier on—look towards the line of silver.

Author: myself
Submitted by: BoxerGrl

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By Faith Not By Sight

In waking I give thanks
In what’s not known
I have to trust, My Father
That yesterday’s pain is gone
For you’ve given me this day
For me to rejoice
To faithfully follow
To willingly hear your voice
For trials will come sometimes
And burdens I’ll have to bare
But you promised me father
To always be there
So I’m standing on that promise
No matter what I go through
And just in case I stumble
I’m depending on you
For you hold the master plan
And your path is always right
So today I’m embarking
By faith and not by sight

Author: Stephanie Storey Morant
Submitted by: Willing1

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Celebrate You!

Celebrate You!
You are worth celebrating.
You are worth everything.
You are unique.
In the whole world there is only one you.
There is only one person with your talents, your experiences, your gifts.
No one can take your place!

Author: Clyde Read
Submitted by: Danielle H

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Champion

Author Unknown

The average runner runs
until the breath in him is gone,
But the champion has the iron will
that makes him carry on.

For the rest the average runner begs
when limp his muscles grow,
But the champion runs on leaden legs,
his courage makes him go.

The average man's complacent
when he's done his best to score,
But the champion does his best,
and then he does a little more.

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Cheerleader Within Us

It's the glimmer of hope when times are tough;
It's a bit more patience when we've had enough.

This part of our personality which never fails to strive,
Is the creator of our goals and the source of our drive.

We are enthused about life, optimistic about what's to be,
Because the cheerleader inside looks for the best of life you see.

It's the strong support upon which you stand,
It emerges as a friend to lend you a hand.

Where does this light come from, where does the ray start?
It shines in your mind, but ignites in your heart.

The confidence to try, the will to believe,
The acceptance of failure and the way to achieve.

It's very close by, its something we trust.
It's the fighter inside, it's the cheerleader within us.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: ctmhsassyscrapper

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Cleanse Thee

Cleanse Thee

Cleanse my soul and heart Lord,
Cleanse this earth of all evil, and of the anger hurt and shame,
Cleanse me Lord of this body,
Yet Lord you know my plight,
Take control where I do not Lord,
Cleanse my past, and renew me in your plan,
I am hobble, yet know you have control,
As you lived the battle before us,
I am praying for you judgment of the in justice,
Cleanse this child's life,
A renewth in her spirit will come,
And be by your Holy name.

Author: Feon L Davis
Submitted by: spiritfreewithin

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Comes The Dawn

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.

Author: Veronica Shoffstall
Submitted by: heidegret

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Comes The Dawn

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning,
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises;
And you begin to accept your defeats
With you head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers,
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn...
With every goodbye you learn.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: Fancyrr

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Compliments

Compliments given from the heart
can turn a pauper to a king.
Or cause the least gifted with song,
to open up their mouths and sing!

Author: Kate Buxbaum-Prado
Submitted by: KatesCreations

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Condolences poem

Not until each loom is silent
And the Shuttles cease to fly
Will God unravel the pattern
And show the reason why
The dark threads are as needed
In the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern that He planned.

Author: unknown
Submitted by: NewlywedRedhead

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Don't Quit

Don't quit when life is it in lowest
For it just about to turn,
Don't quit over doubts and questions
For there's something which may be born.

Don't quit when the night is darkest
For its just a while 'till dawn,
Don't quit when gave run the farthest
For the race is almost won

Don't quit when the hill is steep
For your goal is almost high,
Don't quit for you're not a failure
Until you fail to try.

Author: Lalayn
Submitted by: lalayn

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Don't Quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
when the road you’re retrudging seems all up hill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high,
and you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit,
rest, if you must-but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
as every one of us sometimes learns,
and many a failure turns abut,
when we might have won had we stuck it out,
don’t give up, though the pace seems slow-
you might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
it seems to a faint faltering man,
often the struggler has given up
when he might have captured the victor’s cup,
and he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
how close he was to the golden crown.

Succeed is failure turned inside out-
the silver tint of the clouds of doubt-
and you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems afar;
so stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit-
it’s when things seem worst that you ’t quit.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: Tonia R

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Dreams

Look inside your heart...
for a dream is waiting there to encourage and inspire you; to take you anywhere.
Listen to your dream...
It beckons you to follow without doubt and without fear.
Feel the power of your dream...
For the strength that it will give will help you find your happiness every day you live.

Author: unknown
Submitted by: Danielle H

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Dulcie

Dulcie was a doormat
she doesn’t smile
and is afraid to ask
avoids the thought of completing new tasks
holds her head down, instead of up
doesn’t like contact and fears touch
always a apologetic stoop and stance isn’t solid
she feels she does not belong in the group
her voice is quavery and she averts gaze
she avoids confrontation and runs away
she sees herself as a victim of unfairness and injustice
her outlook on life frustrates both herself and others
dulcie is a doormat and allows herself to be walked over.

Author: Amanda Roberts
Submitted by: bettyboop12

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Encoragement

Lift up your eyes , discouraged one ,
The Lord your help will be ;
New strength will come from Him who said ,
" For rest , come unto Me . " - Anon

** When a christian hits rock bottom ,
He finds that Christ is a firm Foundation .

Author: Anon
Submitted by: BevRt2

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Encouragement

Take my hands to hold onto,
until once more you're strong again.
Then do this for a weaker soul,
and you will make a friend.

"A friend loves at all times..."
Proverbs 17:17

Author: Kate-Buxbaum Prado
Submitted by: KatesCreations

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EVERY WOMAN

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of
her own even if she never wants to or needs to...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams
wants to see her in an hour...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a youth she's content to leave behind....

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in
her old age....

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her
cry...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in
her family...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems! , and a recipe for a
meal that will make her guests feel honored...

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a feeling of control over her destiny...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
HOW TO QUIT A JOB,
BREAK UP WITH A LOVER,
AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change t he length of her calves, the width of her
hips, or the nature of her parents..

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't
take it personally...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...

Author: MAYA
Submitted by: Helena Beisel

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Exhaust the moment

Exhaust the little moment
soon it dies.
And be it gash or gold
it will not come
again in this identical
disguise.

Author: Gwendloyn Brooks
Submitted by: IamSamScrapper

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FAMILY WINS

FAMILY WINS
Family is a gift, it never wears out
they care for you and hold you in your times of doubt
When everything seems hard and you want to be alone
Family will support you and be your rolling stone
They will comfort you and love you no matter what you may have done and against all the odds family is number one.
Even if you have lost one or some on the way
Family will guide you to help see another day
Family is irreplaceable, nothing can compare
So when your down and low at times
Just remember families always there.

Author: Charly
Submitted by: CHARLY

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Friends

There are many times
we look back,
and that friend of ours
has gotten off track.

There are many times
we look ahead,
and we have for that friend,
a piece of bread.

We look at the days
the skies were sunny,
and the jokes that we told
were actually funny

We look at the days
the skies were gray,
and we really didn't have
much to say.

When troubles came
you were there by my side
Drying the tears
that I couldn't hide

When good times came
we shared them together
We've got a friendship
No None could sever.

Friends are very special
and as precious as can be
That's why I'm glad
You're a friend to me.

Author: Margie Winkelmann
Submitted by: margiescrapper

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Get Well Soon

I wish you a speedy recovery
and Happier days ahead
'Cause everyone knows
that someone like you
Is too sweet to be
Stuck in bed.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: Scrappin Kitty

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Girlfriend Let Him Have his Way

Girlfriend,
Even though it’s one of those days
God’s still expects his praise
Cause he brought you through another night
And your battles today, He will fight
So hang in there, no matter the trial
In the midst of the mess don’t forget to smile
Cause he loves you more and more each day
So give him your troubles, let him have his way

Author: Stephanie Storey-Morant
Submitted by: Willing1

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God's Emergency Numbers

When in sorrow, call ~ John 14
When others fail you, call ~ Psalms 27
If you want to be fruitful, call ~ John 15
When you have sinned, call ~ Psalms 51
When you worry, call ~ Matthew 6:19-34
When you are in danger, call ~ Psalms 91
When God seems far away, call ~ Psalms 139
When your faith needs stirring, call ~ Hebrews 11
When you are lonely and fearful, call ~ Psalms 23
When you grow bitter and critical, call ~ 1 Corinthians 13
For Paul's secret to happiness, call ~ ~Colossi ans~ 3:12-17
For an idea of Christianity, call ~ 1 Corinthians 5:15-19
When you feel down and out, call ~ Romans 8:31-39
When you want peace and rest, call ~ Matthew 11:25-30
When the world seems bigger than God, call ~ Psalms 90
When you leave home for labor or travel, call ~ Psalms 121
When your prayers grow narrow and selfish, call ~ Psalms 67
For great invention/opportunity, call ~ Isaiah 55
When you want courage for a task, call ~ Joshua 1
How to get along with a fellowmen, call ~ Romans 12
When you think of investments/returns, call ~ Mark 10
If you are depressed, call ~ Psalms 27
If your pocketbook/wallet is empty, call ~ Psalms 37
If you are losing confidence in people, call ~ 1 Corinthians 13
If people seem unkind, call ~ John 15
If you are discouraged about your work, call ~ Psalms 126
If you find the world growing small and yourself great, call ~Psalms 19

Author: unknown emailed to me
Submitted by: horse-withnoname

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Good Morning

Grace be to you, my Beloved
Open are my arms
Outstretched to welcome you
Daily into the garden of Love, where

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Harvesting the fruits of Dreams

The seed of a grape never thinks of its future before falling to the ground
While its life burst out of its hard shell, grew from a sidling into a vast stretch of vineyard,
it never forgot the thunderstorms and scorching sunshine durings it's growth,
and it always showed unlimited aprreciation towards the warm sunshine and refreshing dews.
However, your inspiration and effort does not end here instead,
we look forward to share the joy of growthafter harvesting the fruits of dreams ..... with YOU BOSS!

Author: nil
Submitted by: maria1853

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HE WEARS MANY HATS

This summer with paint and pipe
For VBS, a soccer goal you built.
Never once a gripe
Just a "What else do we want?".

Always with sword in hand
And love in your heart
Before us you stand
God's Holy Word to Impart.

With a warm embrace
And a whispered prayer
You remind us of God's Grace
And how His judgement is always fair.

Principal, pastor, preacher, husband, dad, son
All these hats you wear
Must weigh a ton!
That is why we always bathe you in prayer!

Author: Carolyn
Submitted by: 2xblessed

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Heartprints

Whatever our hands touch - we leave fingerprints!

On walls, on furniture, doorknobs, dishes, books - there's no escape!

As we touch we leave our identity.

Oh God, wherever I go today, help me leave heartprints!

Heartprints of compassion, of understanding and love,

Heartprints of kindness and genuine concern.

May my heart touch a lovely neighbor, or a runaway daughter

or an anxious mother, or perhaps even a friend.

Lord, send me out today to leave heartprints.

And if someone should say "I felt your touch",

May that one sense YOUR LOVE

Touching them through ME!

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: SCRAPPnGRANNY

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His Shelter Covers Me

I stand facing the day
Without fear or doubt
Standing upon his promises
I know he’ll bring me out
No matter what the circumstance
Or hurdle that comes my way
I know within my heart
This too shall pass away
Cause no matter what the enemy plans
I’ll surely still be blessed
Cause one thing I know for sure
My Father don’t take no mess
So why worry bout my past wrongs
When Jesus has made it right
And just in case I stumble and fall
I walk by faith not sight
For the good shepherd leads me
Whenever I’m feeling weak
And just in case I stray sometimes
The shepherd knows this sheep
So I can embark faithfully
Bold, Strong and Free
Cause when I wake each blessed day
His Shelter covers me

Author: Stephanie Storey-Morant
Submitted by: Willing1

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Hold Fast to Your Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
for if dreams die,
life is a broken
winged bird that
cannot fly.

Author: ~ Langston Hughes
Submitted by: JlynnC

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Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches on the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops - at all

Author: Emily Dickinson
Submitted by: raspberry

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Hope

Maybe God wanted us to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one
so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be
grateful for that gift.

Maybe when the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we
look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been
opened for us.

Maybe the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing
with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best
conversation you've ever had.

Maybe it is true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it
is also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades
away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to
make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.

There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want
to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real.

Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to
be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you
want to do.

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you
strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they
just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go
on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so that when you die, you are the one smiling and everyone
around you is crying.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: Scrap Happy 2006

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Hope is the thing with feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops—at all

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Author: Emily Dickinson
Submitted by: kikoinonia

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How Far is Far

How far is far, how high is high?
We'll never know until we try.

Author: Song from the California Special Olympics
Submitted by: createdtoPraise

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Hug The Winds...

Hug the Winds and Dance with the Rains,
The Beauty You Find Within
Shall Wash Away Your Pains.

Author: Tracy A. Sepko
Submitted by: TracyS

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I Am a Christian

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean living."
I'm whispering "I was lost," Now I'm found and forgiven.

When I say..."I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need CHRIST to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak and need HIS strength to carry on.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches so I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou.
I was just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow.

Author: Maya Angelou
Submitted by: Storm

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I CAN..I CANNOT

I gave you life..
But I cannot live it for you.
I can teach you things,
But I cannot make you learn.
I can give you directions,
But I cannot always be there to lead you.
I can allow you freedom,
But I cannot account for it.
I can take you to church,
But I cannot make you believe.
I can teach you right from wrong,
But I cannot always decide for you.
I can buy you beautiful clothes,
But I cannot make you lovely inside.
I can offer you advice,
But I cannot accept for you.
I can give you love,
But I cannot force it upon you.
I can teach you to be a friend,
But I cannot make you one.
I can teach you to share,
But I cannot make you unselfish.
I can teach you respect,
But I can't force you to show honor.
I can grieve about your report card,
But I cannot doubt your teachers.
I can advise you about friends,
But I cannot choose them for you.
I can teach you about sex,
But I cannot keep you pure.
I can tell you the facts of life,
But I can't build your reputation.
I can tell you about drink,
But I can't say NO for you.
I can warn you about drugs,
But I can't prevent you from using them.
I can tell you about lofty goals,
But I can't achieve them for you.
I can let you baby-sit,
But I can't be responsible for your actions.
I can teach you kindness,
But I can't force you to be gracious.
I can warn you about sins,
But I can't make you morals.
I can love you as a child,
But I can't place you in God's family.
I can pray for you,
But I cannot make you walk with God.

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I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

Author: Mary Frye
Submitted by: Randrew

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I may grow old but not today

I may grow old but not today
where my hands can knit a jumper or two
and I can still handle the garden tools

I may grow old but not today
where my eyes can see the sewing zone
and I can still see the sun at the horizon

I may grow old but not today
where my ears can enjoy the music played
and I can hear friends talking about their date

I may grow old but not today
where my mouth can eat the nicest food
and I can talk the nicest things to the group

I may grow old but not today
where my brains can still do the calculation
and memories are still fresh in resolution

I may grow old but not today
where my heart can still feel the beat
and know how to let go when it is at the heat

Author: maple
Submitted by: maple

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I used to be pretty

I used to be pretty
When I looked at me
Wide eyes, small hips,
Smooth lips and hands
My tight, taunt skin,
A butter pecan tan.

I used to be pretty
When I looked at me,
I saw thick, black hair,
small ankles and knees
My clothes fit just right
No problem shopping the mall,
Just my Size wasn’t thought of at all!

Now, when I look, what looks back at me?
A different woman, 45 years young
A change, a new thing has just begun.
My eyes, hair, skin and lips,
Ankles, knees, clothes even hips;
All combined with age and wisdom suitable
To let me know I’m not pretty….
I’m BEAUTIFUL!!

Author: Karen Henderson
Submitted by: prazdance

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I'll be your crutch

When you need someone to lean on,
i'm here, i'll be your crutch.
and nothing you could ask me for,
would ever be too much.
My friend i'll do the best i can,
to help to ease your pain.
and i will do whatever it takes,
To see you smile again.

Author: devilsdaughter-65
Submitted by: devilsdaughter

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I'm Glad I'm Me

I don't understand why everyone stares
When I take off my clothes and dance down the stairs.
Or when I stick carrots in both of my ears,
Then dye my hair green and go shopping at Sears.
I just love to dress up and do goofy things.
If I were an angel, I'd tie-dye my wings!

Why can't folks accept me the way that I am?
So what if I'm different and don't act like them?
I'm not going to change and be someone I'm not.
I like who I am, and I'm all that I've got!

Author: Phil Bolsta
Submitted by: DebRNScrapper

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I'm Thankful

I'm thankful for...

Laundry - because it means that my family has clothes to wear.

Dishes - because it means that my family has food to eat.

Bills - because it means that we have financial provisions.

Making Beds - because it means we have a warm, soft place to rest at night.

Dusting - because it means we have furniture to enjoy.

Vacuuming - because it means we have a home to care for.

Picking Up Toy - because it means I have children to bring joy to my life.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: Storm

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IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools;
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch - and - toss:
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them:”Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or talk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son.

Author: Rudyard Kipling
Submitted by: heidegret

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IF

IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposter's just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Author: unknown - emailed to me
Submitted by: horse-withnoname

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If anyone should ever hurt you

If anyone should ever hurt you
And say a thing unkind,
Remember what I tell you,
And keep these things in mind.

For everyone who makes you cry,
There are three who make you smile,
And a smile will last a long, long time,
But a tear just a little while.

If someone says a thing that’s cruel,
Don’t let it get to you.
There’s so much good about you,
And your faults are very few.

So if a certain someone
Should act a certain way,
Just think of those who love you
And don’t let it ruin your day.

Don’t let someone who hates the world
Cause you to hate it too,
For behind the clouds is a golden sun,
And a sky that’s bright and blue.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: Fearless_714

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If I knew.........(this is so very true)

IF I KNEW

If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be ! the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would ! give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.

There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear

Take time to say "! I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay! ."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

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In Kindness

Kindness speaks the words,
Your heart could never speak.
Your wings hold me up,
And give me strength when I am weak.
The warmth of your protection,
Brings music to my heart.
You open up the doors,
You show me where to start.

Author: Anne Marie Cline
Submitted by: midnightrain113

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Kids Who Are Different

Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids who don't always get A's
The kids who have ears twice the size of their peers,
And noses that go on for days....
Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids they call crazy or dumb,
The kids who don't fit, with the guts and grit.
Who dance to a different drum....
Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids with a mischievous streak,
For when they have grown, as history has shown
It's their difference that makes them unique

Author: unknown
Submitted by: KarlawithaK

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Light House

A little light house, above the rest.
Shows you just where to go.
You see your self in a mirror.
You always know where to go.
People that are there for you now,
will be there for you until the end.
No matter what is to happen
in the future or the past.
Just look to your friends,
and know there is no end.

Author: Darlyn Rose
Submitted by: Darlyn Rose

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Light In The Storm

When the storms of life are raging,
and the clouds are all around,
and you think your all alone,
just take a look around.

When there is no one there to talk to
and you're feeling sad and blue
and you think no one will listen,
I'll be the light in the storm for you.

Even though we've never met,
or seen each other's smiles,
Our friendship is from the heart, not sight,
And it can span the miles.

We all are one winged angels,
alone it is impossible to fly,
But if we embrace each other,
we can span the sky.

The next time your feeling lonely,
and the storms are beating you down,
just come online and find me,
and I will take away your frown.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: TammyB

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Light of the Storm

Light of the Storm
When The Storms Of Life Are Raging,
and the clouds are all around,
and you think your all alone,
just take a look around.

When there is no one there to talk to
and you're feeling sad and blue
and you think no one will listen,
I'll be the light in the storm for you.

Even though we've never met,
or heard each others voice,
Our friendship is from the heart, not sight,
And it can span the miles.

We are all one winged angels,
it makes it impossible to fly,
But if we embrace each other,
we can span the sky.

The next time you're feeling lonely,
and the storms are beating you down,
just come online and find me,
and I will take away your frown.

Author Unknown

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: sammy39

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Little Girl

I dont understand...
why do you get out of hand

What did I do...
besides try and love you

You act out and nobody knows why...
but you caused me to cry

Why do you do wrong...
now you're gone for long

Is it because of a boy...
ditch him and get a toy

Is there anything I can do...
besides love you

Author: myself
Submitted by: NewMommie12-22

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Living outside the box

We humans live our lives inside a box of limitations
While God gave us the authority to rule the nations

Living out our live so blue
But oh boy if you only knew

We are capable of anything with God on our side
But still we think we should be quiet and hide

No, my friend I tell you this
God has a bigger plan for your life that you must not miss

He makes us righteous conquerors and princes of light
We should shine deep into the dark creeping night

Stop thinking you are just a normal living being
God sees you as you as a king.

We have no limit
Because we have in us the Holy Spirit

So rejoice oh conquerors
lift your voice and shout!

No more limit
Live above it

Author: Rikus Engelbrecht
Submitted by: Lightprince

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Lonelyness

Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

Author: Isaiah 41:10
Submitted by: LittleMe

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Love of My Life

You made me laugh
You made me cry
You made me feel sad
Then drove me mad
I wasn’t bad
You were all I had
You walked away without a word
I was left all alone, frightened and scared
I’m all alone in this big wild world
I’ve hit rock bottom
And sank so low
I picked myself up, and decided to have another go
I rose above all the bad times
I remembered all the good
I dream’t of you day and night
You were once the light of my life
And now I have to say goodnight
And end this chapter in my life
To face another day and fight
This losing battle is it all in vain
I think not, not again
You broke my heart and left me in pain
But with no pain, there is no gain
You gave me back my life again
No more tears, no more pain
No more sadness
Just happiness and regain.

Author: Amanda Roberts
Submitted by: bettyboop12

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LOVE'S HOPE

And hope there is,
In sight tonight, i believe i see hope in some sort of majestic flight tonight.

For i am so very alone in this feeling of fright tonight....and do remember that we are each of us angels, but with only one wing...and we can fly, only by embracing each other.

So as i take my very driving flight into my fright tonight....i thank you. with love and hope. ~Forever more~

Author: David Hopkins
Submitted by: David Hopkins

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Make a Memory

Make a Memory

Make a memory with your children,
Spend some time to show you care;
Toys and trinkets can't replace those
Precious moments that you share.

Money doesn't buy real pleasure,
It doesn't matter where you live;
Children need your own attention,
Something only you can give.

Childhood's days pass all too quickly,
Happy memories all too few;
Plan to do that special something,
Take the time to go or do.

Make a memory with your children,
Take the time in busy days;.
Have some fun while they are growing,
Show your love in gentle ways.

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Maybe It’s HIM

Anxiety that can’t be expressed,
Brokenness that turn into pieces of my heart,
Tears fall from watery eyes ‘coz I’m depressed,
And loneliness are around me, killing me apart.

Watching as the sun goes down,
Thinking ‘bout the pain yesterday’s gave me,
Hoping someday it will end and drown,
Even it gave scars into me ‘coz it’ll never last ‘till it be.

Waiting for the right time to heal these wounds,
Nay these mark and will never ease forever
Now, I’m searching, a person to comfort me soon
Maybe it’s Him, I never know, He’s just beside me, we’ll stay forever.

Author: Lalayn Jam S. Mauhay
Submitted by: lalayn

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mother and daughter

Bond Between a Mother and a Daughter
Open her heart to the blessings around her.
Show her that joy and Jesus surround her.
Help her to trust in the bible, not fear it.
Teach her that fantasies are the wings of the spirit.
Guide her with love and quiet persuasion.
For she is the Lord's pleasure, his cloud of creation.

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Motivation for Weight Loss

M-make short term goals
O-out with the negative thoughts
T-think of why you want it
I-imagine how you will feel
V-visualize the future you
A-acknowledge your successes
T-treat yourself with respect
I-investigate new ideas and foods
O-observe your healthy lifestyle
N-never give up and never give in

Author: unknown
Submitted by: MOM2JTV

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My Comforter

My Comforter

Cold and dark in the middle of the night
My soul waits in anguish for You.
I seek You, and You are with me.
You hold me gently with your Spirit,
You cradle me with your love--
I come before You, You surround me,
And carry me through my fears and pain.
My Comforter, My Friend--
The Savior of my life.
Thank you, LORD, for the pain that
Brings me closer to You,
Thank You, LORD, for the morning
That sends a new day, a fresh start.
You are truly the Joy of my life.
My Friend, My Best Friend, My LIFE.

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Author's Comments on "My Comforter"
I wrote this because I realized that in my deepest pain, that the LORD God Almighty is with me, never letting me go. He is my everything!

2005-08-08 13:20:04

Author: Cheryl Togashi
Submitted by: Keleia

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My Cup Has Overflowed

I've never made a fortune, and it's probably too late now.
But I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow
And as I go along life's way,
I'm reaping better than I sowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
Cause my cup has overflowed.

Haven't got a lot of riches,
and sometimes the going's tough
But I've got loving ones all around me,
and that makes me rich enough.
I thank God for his blessings,
and the mercies He's bestowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
Cause my cup has overflowed.

I remember times when things went wrong,
My faith wore somewhat thin.
But all at once the dark clouds broke,
and the sun peeped through again.
So Lord, help me not to gripe,
about the tough rows I have hoed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
Cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage,
When the way grows steep and rough.
I'll not ask for other blessings,
I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy,
to help others bear their loads.
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,
Cause my cup has overflowed.

Author: John Paul Moore
Submitted by: Wordweaver

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My Daily Creed

Let me be a little kinder,
Let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those about me;
Let me praise a little more.
Let me be, when I am weary,
Just a little bit more cheery;
Let me serve a little better
those that I am striving for.

Let me be a little braver
When temptation bids me waver;
Let me strive a little harder to be all
that I should be.
Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker,
Let me think more of my neighbour
And a little less of me.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: jad49

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My Wish For You

Comfort on difficult days,
Smiles when sadness intrudes,
Rainbows to follow the clouds,
Laughter to kiss your lips,
Sunsets to warm your heart,
Gentle hugs when spirits sag,
Friendships to brighten you being,
Beauty for your eyes to see,
Confidence for when you doubt,
Faith so that you can believe,
Courage to know yourself,
Patience to accept the truth,
And love to complete your life.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: Cowboys & Lace

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New Fallen Snow

The angels say, "don't worry"--
the dance will be the teacher,
though sometimes we may shiver
in the winter chill.
The angels say, "don't worry"--
they won't let me dance alone,
they have loved me for all time
and they always will.

Author: Bonnie Wren
Submitted by: Beverly Faith

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new father

My New Daddy
I met a man
he was like a dad to me.
Some people say he is just a man.
But I say he may be just a man to you
but he is my Dad.
And that one you say is just a man
that is the one who made me smile
when I did not think I could.
The one who said I can make it
when I did not believe I could.
The one who cared
when he did not have to.
So I say to my Dad
to the best friend I ever had...
...thank you.
I thank God for giving me
a new Dad and best friend.

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no title

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived,
reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of
each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one for
helping yourself, and the other for helping others.

Author: Audrey Hepburn
Submitted by: Sherri-Craftymom

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Pennies from Heaven

I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground.
But it's not just a penny
This little coin I've found.

Found pennies come from heaven
that's what my Grandpa told me.
He said Angels tossed them down
Oh, how I loved that story!

He said when an Angel misses you
They toss a penny down,
sometimes just to cheer you up
To make a smile out of your frown.

So don't pass by that penny
When you're feeling blue.
It may be a penny from heaven
That an Angel's tossed to you.

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People are Unreasonable

Lessons for life
People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.
The biggest person with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind.
Think big anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.
People really need help but may attack if you help them.
Help people anyway.
Give the world the best you have and you might get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you've got anyway.

-- Dr. Kent M. Keith

Author: -- Dr. Kent M. Keith
Submitted by: Carmen is Scrappin

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PHENOMENAL WOMAN

PHENOMENAL WOMAN
by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Author: Maya Angelou
Submitted by: Ladybug320

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Popularity

Some are too big
Some are too small
Some are too short
Some are too tall

You have to be perfect
Just to fit in
You can't be too fat
You can't be too thin

Your hair is too long
Your hair is too short
You've got weird looking socks
Or shoes of some sort

Too long are your pants
Too small is your shirt
Kids will tease you
and treat you like dirt

You look like a geek
You look like a nerd
Your name around school
Has never been heard

Just because you're different
Kids treat you badly
Punch their lights out
You would do gladly

Kids can be mean
Kids can be cruel
They totally ignore you
Because you're uncool

So don't be like the other kids
Don't judge a book by it's cover
The person you see on the outside
May on the inside be another

Author: Christina Wheeler/Alldredge
Submitted by: ScrappinTeenie

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Potential

How sad to reach eternity
and find there was more that we could be.
Would be as if a tree stayed small,
when it could grow mighty, strong and tall.

Author: Kate Buxbaum-Prado
Submitted by: KatesCreations

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Procrastination

Procrastination is my curse,
It brings me so much sorrow.
Course I can quit most any time -
In fact, I will! Tomorrow!

Author: unknown
Submitted by: HAYNES117

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Push the Limits

Basic Instincts, Social Life
Paradoxes side by side

Don't submit to stupid rules
Be yourself and not a fool.
Don't accept average habits
Open your heart and push the limits
Open your heart
And push the limits

Author: Enigma
Submitted by: amanda73

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Quilt of Holes

As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt
before the Lord along with all the other souls.

Before each of us laid our lives like the squares
of a quilt in many
piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our
quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.

But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the
pile, I noticed how ragged
and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each
square was labeled with a part of my life that had
been difficult, the
challenges and temptations I was faced with in
every day life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.

I glanced around me. Nobody else had such
squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled
with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own
life and was disheartened.

My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.

Finally the time came when each life was to be
displayed, held up to the the scrutiny of truth. The others rose; each
in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been.
My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.

My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't
had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But
there had also been trials of illness, and wealth, and false
accusations that took from me my
world, as I knew it. I had to start over many
times. I often struggled with
the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and
begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in
prayer, asking for help and
guidance in my life. I had often been held up to
ridicule, which I endured
painfully, each time offering it up to the Father
in hopes that I would not
melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of
those who unfairly judged me.

And now, I had to face the truth. My life was
what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was.
I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of
my life to the light.

An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around
at the others who stared at me with wide eyes.

Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light
flooded the many holes,
creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our
Lord stood before me, with
warmth and love in His eyes. He said, "Every time
you gave over your life
to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My
struggles.

Each point of light in your life is when you
stepped aside and let Me shine
through, until there was more of Me than there was
of you."

May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing
Christ to shine through!

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: twoangels

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Rain Drops

Life is a single drop of rain. It can have many journeys or none at all depending on how it lands.
It may be among many to form a vast ocean or a single lone drop on the pavement.
depending on what you do right-
equals what is light.

Author: danarakizzy
Submitted by: danarakizzy

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Rainbows are miracles

If we can love the stars
without knowing the vastness of the sky
then we can believe in love
If we can believe in rainbows
after the darkest storm
then we can believe in hope
Somewhere beyond the clouds
beyond the rain
there are a thousand rainbows
One is finding its way to you
Our hearts are unaware
of what sweet miracles
will come

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: Magpie Girl

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Refused to Stay

Every professionals started as amateurs
Every teachers started as students
Every masters started as learners

It doesn't matter if you're in the deepest sea
'Cause those people you see on the clouds
They had once been where you are

They just refused to stay.

Author: Khairul Syahir
Submitted by: Khairul Syahir

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Remedy

Memories
will bring you love
from the past
courage in the present
hope for the future.

Author: Sascha
Submitted by: Beverly Faith

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Return To Love

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people
will not feel insecure around you.
We were born to make and manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

Author: Marianne Williamson, 1992
Submitted by: Cage

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Silently Spring

Silently Spring

Silently, as the Dark Dreary Days of Winter
seem to never lose their hold,
Beneath the Surface of the Earth,
The Magic of Springs Wonders
Unravel and Unfold.

'Till then at once, one chilly morn
after Winters gripping Frost
a Tiny Sprig of Green appears
from neath the Sod
A sign that all has not been lost.

The Sun Comes out, the Rains they fall,
the Crickets begin to Serenade
Then Winter slips off into Yesterday,
as Flowers Break Forth Everywhere
as if in a Great Parade.

Author: Celia Clifford
Submitted by: PaperObsessions

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Simple and sweet

My Jesus is so simple and sweet, He touches my being from my head to feet,He does not encourage His children to fuss,Take one day at a time He urges us.2While here on earth He was simply dressed,His language was simple when put to the test,The smallest child could have drawn from Him, These qualities that made Him so loving 3Humility and kindness poured from His Soul,As the words He uttered made these men whole,Just by being simple sweet and kind,Jesus made a difference to all mankind.4Throughout the years He has been my example, this is why I am simple and humble,So brothers and sisters heed the call, being like Jesus is worth it all.

Author: Teckla Parris
Submitted by: tecklanichols

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Sisters

Who Is A Sister?
A sister is the one who makes life easier to live,
Whom you can share our likes and dislikes with,
She is the one who tells us her vast secrets and feelings
And asks us to do the same,
And has the rights to know all our friends' name.
She makes us feel comfortable when we are sad,
She guides us the right way when we are bad,
She is more than any word can tell,
She holds us when we tend to fall.
She comes to know our problems through our eyes,
She is of course naughty but wise,
She is my life's sunrise.
We should always make oneself full
of these qualities to be a sister.
And my Sister you are the most beloved to me
As you care so much for me!

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Six Years

Six years old, how can this be?
Just yesterday I was a mother-to-be
Oh, how you've grown, what a beauty you are
Heart and soul, as bright as a star
What you can be and what you can do
That my dear is all up to you.

Author: Teresa Lile
Submitted by: sunnybear

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SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done!
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

Author: terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital
Submitted by: Helene Nienaber

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Smile

Smiling is infectious,
you catch it like the flu,

When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too,

I passed around the corner,
and someone saw my grin-

When he smiled I realized,
I'd passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile,
then I realized it's worth,

A smile,
just like mine,
could travel the earth.

So if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected-

Let's start an epidemic quick
and get the world infected!

Author: Author Unknown
Submitted by: debla

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Someday

Her chubby hands crept
round my neck
And whispered words I can't forget.
They cast a light upon my soul-
On secrets no one knew.
They startled me, I hear them yet:
"Someday I'll be like you!"

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: Happytoscrapitall

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Spirit Child

A rag doll, a rubber ball, crayons,
Left by tiny hands
Are dusty, though not forgotten,
In summerland;
Mommy, daddy, do not weep
For what escapes your eye;
Life is too grand, too profound
To just grow weak and die.

There is hardly a day
That I don't yearn for home:
For my room, my things
For a laughing poem;
I grew weak, my eyes weary,
Life slipped from my fingers,
But this I promise--
My soul yet lingers.

You visit my grave
And talk to the stone,
Revisiting old memories
So you are not alone;
As I breathed my last,
My spirit eyes awakened;
Be assured: I did not perish,
Nor was I forsaken.

I am alive, you know,
I feel your pain;
Though your heart is wounded,
We shall meet again;
I wish I could take your sadness
And turn it into a rose;
Think of me when you see one;
The door will never close.

Author: Joel Bjorling
Submitted by: joel61436

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Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Author: Maya Angelou
Submitted by: secretsandi

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Stillness of the Night

Stillness of the Night

When the stillness of the night
Overwhelms the joy in my heart
I seek Your face, Oh God.

Can You hear my heart?
Can You see inside my mind?

I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

You know all about me, LORD
And still You love me.

When the brightness of the morning
Sheds light on the darkness of my soul,
Please rain upon me the strength of Your love.

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Author's Comments on "Stillness of the Night"
I wrote this poem when I was spending many nights with insomnia being my friend. Somehow, still, in the early morning hours, I love the quietness of the house, leading me into the new day. It gives me hope and strength!

2005-08-23 13:10:24

Author: Cheryl Togashi
Submitted by: Keleia

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Strength and Courage

It takes strength to be certain,
It takes courage to have doubts.

It takes strength to fit in,
It takes courage to stand out.

It takes strength to share a friend's pain,
It takes courage to feel your own pain.

It takes strength to hide your own pain,
It takes courage to show it and deal with it.

It takes strength to stand guard,
It takes courage to let down your guard.

It takes strength to conquer,
It takes courage to surrender.

It takes strength to endure abuse,
It takes courage to stop it.

It takes strength to stand alone,
It takes courage to lean on a friend.

It takes strength to love,
It takes courage to beloved.

It takes strength to survive,
It takes courage to live.

Author: Sylvia Kelly
Submitted by: Cage

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Sweet Lemonade

Life is like sweet lemonade
You savor every taste
Live it to its fullest
Never a day should you waste.

Drink in all your surroundings
Fill yourself from within
Close your eyes and relish it all
Enjoy everything once again.

This is nourishment for your soul
It will quench your appetite
The hunger that grips your very core
Can also give you sheer delight.

Feed upon the bounty before you
Don't ever be afraid
Just venture out and take a sip
Because life is like sweet lemonade.

Author: Jodi Seidler
Submitted by: Scrapnfor3

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Thanksgiving

Have you ever been intrigued
By the mystery of a star?
Or has the giggle of a child
Touched your heart?
Life would be drab
If such things did not exist;
We'd miss something special
If we were so amiss.

A sunbeam is a path,
A golden stair,
Proving that black clouds
Aren't all that's there;
They are plenty of sunbeams,
Enough to share;
If you look, you will find
That they've always been there.

So, stop, take a moment,
It won't take long;
There are innumerable hidden treasures
That to you belong;
It's just a small word,
But "thanks" says it best,
To cherish the memories
That you have been blest.

Author: Joel Bjorling
Submitted by: bjorling

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THE EARTH

LET THE EARTH SPEAK TO YOU, LET THE FLOWERS REMIND YOU THAT EVERYONE IS BEAUTIFUL, LET THE SUN REMIND YOU TO SMILE, LET THE SUN REMIND YOU TO SMILE, LET THE LAKE TEACH YOU STILLNESS, LET THE RIVER REMIND YOU EVERYTHING WILL PASS, LET THE RAIN TEACH YOU THAT TEARS COME OFTEN IN LIFE, LET THE STARS REMIND YOU THAT A LITTLE GLAMOUR NEVER HURTS ANYONE, LET THE MOON TEACH YOU A LITTLE SPOOK IS FUN, LET THE GRASS REMIND YOU THAT YOU WILL GROW, LET THE BUTTERFLIES TEACH YOU TO DREAM BIG, LET THE EARTH SPEAK TO YOU.

Author: CASSANDRA SANTIAGO
Submitted by: cassies

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The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do
determined to save
the only life that you could save.

Author: Mary Oliver
Submitted by: SerenaJo

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The Joy OF Salvation

"Who can bring any charge against those whom God has chose"?
That's why Christ came, died and arose.
There is no condemnation for those who bear His name,
And when we have the Savior our lives are never the same.
"Perfect love cast out all fear" and we have peace within,
We are co-heirs with Christ and cleansed from all sin.
We are to love our fellowman and show God's revealing self,
It's not to be taken lightly or put on the shelf.
We must share in the gifts He's given us to use,
We'll miss many blessings if we disobey and refuse.
God wants us to worship where Grace and Love is preached,
Where the joy of our salvation, in fullness, will be reached.
For the joy of the Lord is our strength to withstand,
And His love will carry us over into the Promised Land.
He wants His perfect love to be revealed so we can share,
And if we share in His sufferings then His Glory we can wear.
We are sanctified by the Spirit, justified by His Grace,
His Grace is sufficient until we see His face.
Christ power is made perfect in the things that we are weak,
He gives strength in our lives when His face we seek.
Jesus is Living Waters to all who come athirst,
Pouring out many blessings to those who seek Him first.

Author: Marilyn Chandler
Submitted by: flasunnyrose

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The love of ones Daddy

The love of ones daddy is not measured in Silver or in Gold,
But in the precious memories we each in our hearts hold.
The love of ones daddy is what we remember long ago,
The things in our minds and memories that we hold.
Not the things we've heard or have been told.

The love of ones daddy is what we know inside.
Not what some people would cover up or hide.
The love of ones daddy is what we know is pure and true.
The things that make us happy not sad or blue.
The good things that were between him and you.

The love of ones daddy is when we took that special walk.
Or when we just sat down with him and had a good long talk
In our hearts we will carry the times that were good
And we wouldn't change them even if we could.

Just remember you can lose it all the silver and the gold
But the precious memories in your heart you will always hold.
And that as long as we have a breath to breathe
The love of ones daddy will never go away or leave.

written by Carol Booher for the three children of her uncle Jim and read at his funeral

Author: Carol Booher aka Cboo
Submitted by: Cboo

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THE RAINBOW AFTER THE RAIN

God never promise us a good life on earth;
but He gave the assurance that there will always
be a rainbow after the rain.

Life on earth is not always what we expected
and wanted it to be. But if we can put our
trust in God, He can sail us through definitely.

God never let us bear what is impossible;
and He makes sure what we bear is the
limit that we can take without much difficulty.

After the rain, things will be changed;
everything on earth seems to be new
and clean. With these renew scenario,
we should be:

- a more positive and courageous person
as indicated by the RED of the rainbow;

- a creative, thoughtful and joyful person
as indicated by the ORANGE of the rainbow;

- an intelligent, confident and logical person as
indicated by the YELLOW of the rainbow;

- a renewed, generous and practical person as
indicated by the GREEN of the rainbow;

- a peaceful, sincere and responsible person as
indicated by the BLUE of the rainbow;

- a relaxed, devoted and wise person as
indicated by the INDIGO of the rainbow;

and last but not least, a spiritual and idealistic
person as indicated by the VIOLET of the rainbow.

Author: Maple
Submitted by: maple

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The Thick of Life

I would be always in the thick of life
Threading its mazes,
sharing its strife,
Yet - somehow singing!

Author: Roselle Mercier Montgomery
Submitted by: California Carol

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The truth

We subject ourselves to groups
We say we're not good enough
We can't do it
But what we don't say
What we can't believe
We are our best selves
We are as beautiful as the sky
No one person is superior
Our lack of self confidence
Will destroy us
But deep down
We are brave
We are strong
We are beautiful
Inside and out
I'm saying what You're too afraid to
Maybe now
You can say what you've always known

Author: Phoenix Hudson
Submitted by: Kph3

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The Walk

Each day I rise and put my feet on the floor,
I give Praise to my God as I open the bedroom door.

Accross the hall and down the stairs,
To make coffee and toast and dress kids for the day.

Kiss them good-bye and off they go,
My husband, my children like ducks in a row.

Gone, the house is quiet, and yet full of life,
Alone in this house sits the mother and wife.

I sweep, I mop, I fold the laundry, I open windows so light can stream in,
The time is gone, it's four o'clock, they come home, and I do it all over again.

I do this walk everyday, because I know no other way,
To be here for them and watch them grow,
To form Charater, Integrity and Values,
To watch them find love, mature in there Minds
Then allow them the freedom to choose their own path.

The choices, the hardships, the aches and the pains
The choices, the joys, the laughter, the hope.

All for the love of this family I've been given,
The walk, everyday, everystep, I wouldn't change a thing.

Author: Lynne Adams
Submitted by: Lynne5767

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The Weavers

We come together sisters of the human race.
Each of a different color, age and place.
Taking time to weave in words,
a quilt of comfort for our own.
To carry with us when at last we part,
each returning home.

Author: Kate Buxbaum-Prado
Submitted by: KatesCreations

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The Will of God

** THE WILL OF GOD **

The will of God will never take you,
Where the grace of God cannot keep you.
Where the arms of God cannot support you,
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs,
Where the power of God cannot endow you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the spirit of God cannot work through you,
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you,
Where the army of God cannot protect you,
Where the hands of God cannot mold you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the love of God cannot enfold you,
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you,
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears,
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears,
Where the Word of God cannot feed you,
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you,
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.

Author: Rebekah Nolt
Submitted by: CraftyCardMaker

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The Will To Win

If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it

If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry
and cheap for it

If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,

If gladly you'll sweat for it,
Fret for it, Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,

If you'll simply go after that thing that you want.
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,

If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,

If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You'll get it!

Author: Berton Braley
Submitted by: Cage

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There's No Way you Can't Succeed

THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN’T ACHIEVE
Stephanie M. Storey-Morant

Though the Sun Shines on us all everyday
You have something others may try to take away
Be it your Strength, Hope or Peace of Mind
Be it your Determination, Success or how you spend your time
Whatever it is, hold on to it Tight
Never Give up These Blessings without a Fight
You’re a Gift of Mine and you’ve been Set Free
Know that I Love you Unconditionally
You’re Important, Beautiful, Special, Unique
Your Meekness and Humility is what I Seek
Created in my Image, Plucked from my Vine
Never let Doubt or Fear cloud your Mind
And Never Let the World’s Misery, Get you down
On My Command I can turn that around
So keep the Faith my child, and Simply Believe
With My Help, there’s Nothing you can’t Achieve

GOD

Author: Stephanie Storey-Morant
Submitted by: Willing1

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Therefore:

The tragedy of life is not death,
but what we let die inside us while we live.

THEREFORE

Decide to be happy,
render others happy,
proclaim your joy.
Love passionately your miraculous life:
Do not listen to promises;
do not wait for a better world;
be grateful for every moment of life.
Switch on the positive buttons in yourself;
Those marked optimism, serenity,
confidence, positive thinking.
Love, pray and thank God everyday.
Meditate, smile, laugh, whistle, sing
and dance.
Look with fascination at everything.
Fill your lungs and heart with liberty.
Be yourself fully and immensely.
Act like a queen unto death.
Feel God in your body, mind,
heart and soul and be
convinced of eternal life.

-unknown-

Author: unknown
Submitted by: Wordweaver

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Things to Always Remember

Look inside yourself and be the person that you want to be.
Believe in yourself, no matter what.
Don’t be afraid to express yourself or your feelings. They matter.
Don’t be so hard on yourself. Life is full of mistakes. As hard as it is, don’t compare yourself to others.
You are such a special person and you need to know that, each and every day.
No matter how beautiful, smart, talented, and charming you are, you will always find someone
who you might feel is better than you. Don’t. Just look inside yourself and know of the qualities that you have to offer. Be strong.
Never let anyone make you second guess who you are or what you believe.
Smile and smile a lot. It helps reflect the most important thing about yourself. Your inner beauty.
Don’t sweat the small stuff. It may sound trivial, but it’s true. It’s so easy to focus on the things that aren’t going right in our lives that we forget about all the good things. So be happy and thankful for all the good in your life.
May you always follow your dreams. Love who you are.
Believe in miracles. Live out Loud. Breathe deep trusting breaths. Laugh a lot along the way.
Dare to make a mistake. Life has big plans for you.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: pieces of me

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to:

its only human to feel lonelyness,
we've all felt it at times even if we are surrounded by a number of people.
the heart grows fond for something that isnt there.
something that we feel we just need
you are a great and inspiring friend
that i love dearly
and anytime you are feeling lonely
know this
you are da $H*t
you need'nt anyone but yourself
inspiring, caring, fun loving, greatly artistic.
and beautiful
so never settle for anything less than you deserve
it is my pleasure to be your friend

fly high

i dedicate this to you. you know who you are. and if you read this and are unsure
if this is for you than you are probably not the you im refering to. ya dig =)

Author: U
Submitted by: uncharted4

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Tomorrow

Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it by the handle of anxiety, or by the handle of faith.

Author: Unknown
Submitted by: spend2much

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Tomorrow Is Another Day

Author Unknown

Procreations, celebrations,
Photos in a stack
Graduations and vacations
I just can´t keep on track.

Procrastination and delay
Was that Aunt Mabel and Uncle Voss?
Who are these people anyway?
I think I´m suffering memory loss.

Relax, breath deep and just remember
What Scarlett used to say
Even if it takes until December,
Tomorrow IS another day.

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U

U
I know you have it in you
I can see it in your eyes
The hopes and dreams of tomorrow
The hopes of your desires
I know you have it in you
To step up to the plate
To give the very best of you
And you know that’s what it will take
I know you have it in you
That feeling you are feeling inside
It’s a chance to be redeemed;
Or a chance to show your pride
I know you have it in you;
You can feel that feeling too!!
It burns and scratches its way to the top
For a chance to become
U
Poem by: Ida B Thompson

Author: I.B Thompson
Submitted by: lyntek11122

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Untitled

Everyone has an angel
Given to us from the start
Trust and faith is what we need
To hear them in our heart

Author: Maria Schembri
Submitted by: Beverly Faith

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Untitled (Be the Best)

Author Unknown

Be the best that you can be. . .
Pursue your goals persistently. . .
Make you fondest dreams come true;
And most of all,
Believe in You.

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Walking Stars

I see people.
I see faces, hands, emotions.
I see stories.
More than that.
Behind a façade painted by the world.
More than another individual.
More than that.
I see walking stars.
So many hard to find.
Some out of sight.
Lost.
Some like slowly dying embers.
Some so bright,
They pierce the darkness deep.
Some sparkle,
Part of the twilight sky.
Some barely glimmer,
Hidden in the shadows,
Shining for all they are worth,
For eyes that may never see them.
Stories and stars.
People and individuals.
To be known.
To be.

Author: Kristina Iodice
Submitted by: kikoinonia

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Watchful Companions

As the darkness folds its arms
around the sun
And the stars come out to shine
and wink at me,
I think of my day and how
the dark night too, hugs me.
I rest now as the stars keep their
watchful eyes twinkling.
Tomorrow morning the sunlight will
melt away the darkness;
The stars will close their eyes
until dusk comes again.

Author: DeAnn Blandford - me
Submitted by: PeaPieMom

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We're Growing Up

We like a girl
So that we learn the basics of emotion

We do mistake
So that we learn to correct things back

We lose our sanity
So that we learn to return to reality

We think crazy
So that we learn what's sane

We hurt ourselves
So that we learn not to hurt others

We grow up
So that we'll be a person

Author: Khairul Syahir
Submitted by: Khairul Syahir

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Welcome to Holland

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandt.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.

Author: Emily Perl Kingsley
Submitted by: alwayschar

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Welcome to Holland

It's not a poem, really, but a letter to fellow parents of disabled children. I don't consider my daughter disabled. However, she was born with a short right arm. It did not develop past her elbow. I discovered this poem when I was pregnant with her.

"I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland."

Author: Emily Perl Kingsley
Submitted by: designlife4me

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WHAT OF RAIN

What of Rain:

Rain oh Rain
Tapping on my window pane.
How I wonder what you say,
To the plants along your way.

Dancing on the crystal glass,
Giving life to blades of grass.
Lilly,daisy,and the rose,
All enjoy your sweet repose.

Giving life to fields and trees,
Driven by a gentile breeze.
Do you know your worth?

Pushed by wind and driving gale,
Quenching thirst of hill and dale.
And with you and Sun,
Giving life to everyone.

Author: ALLANBCOOPER
Submitted by: allanbcooper

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What will Matter

Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end.
It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.

So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?

What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success, but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence, but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.
What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.

Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.
It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.
Choose to live a life that matters.

This is Michael Josephson reminding you that character counts.

Author: Michael Josephson
Submitted by: scrappinPA

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When God Gave Me You

When God gave me you, at first we were two,
then we tied the knot and said I Do;
the two became one, and with God our life had just began.

You're not only a husband, a friend, but a shepard too.
someone who loves me the way that I love you;
You knows all my hurt and my pain, you always encourge
me to put it in God's hand.

I've learned to pray day and night too, that God continue to
strengthen and abide in you. That his anointing may always flow
showing your people love and seeing them grow.

I can hear you as you always say; Lord, I want to see someone give their life to you today. Preach the word, keep the faith, and let the Lord have his way.
To my husband, my pastor and my friend, I want you to know that I'm with you until the end.

Author: Rochell Edward
Submitted by: Preachers Wife

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When I Have a Bad Day

When I have a bad day;
A cool wisp of a breeze,
My skin burns.

When I have a bad day;
The soft glow of a candle,
My eyes hurt.

When I have a bad day;
The quiet patter of spring rain,
My ears ring loudly.

When I have a bad day;
The glorious scent of summer flowers,
My nose sneezes.

When I have a bad day;
The soft squeeze of a friend's hug,
My body screams.

When I have a bad day;
Kind words from a friend,
My spirit soars.

Author: Anne L Suplee
Submitted by: Anne1701

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When I Have a Bad Day

When I have a bad day;
A cool wisp of a breeze,
My skin burns.

When I have a bad day;
The soft glow of a candle,
My eyes hurt.

When I have a bad day;
The quiet patter of spring rain,
My ears ring loudly.

When I have a bad day;
The glorious scent of summer flowers,
My nose sneezes.

When I have a bad day;
The soft squeeze of a friend's hug,
My body screams.

When I have a bad day;
Kind words from a friend,
My spirit soars.
Anne L. Suplee 5/11/04

Author: Anne L Suplee
Submitted by: Anne1701

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When you need someone to lean on.

When you need someone to lean on.
or just a helping hand.
You know i'll never judge you,
your my friend... i'll understand.
No matter what your going through,
however big or small.
With our two heads together,
together we'll stand tall.
Don't be afraid to lean on me,
and please dont ever frown.
Together we're united,
i'll never let you down.
I'm here if ever you need me,
with a problem you need to share.
When times are tough, just call on me,
you know i'll always be there.

Author: devilsdaughter-65
Submitted by: devilsdaughter

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Who is There For Me?

Who is there for me?
I listen, and I hear
I give, and I help
I'm lost, and I strayed

Who is there for me?
I care, and I love
I go, and I be there
I search, but I couldn't find

Who is there for me?
I say, and I believe
I assure, and I encourage
I walk, and I lie down

Who is there for me?
I hold, and keep holding
I reach out, and grip tight
I lie down, and stay that way

Who is there for me?
Willing to listen and to hear
To give and to help
To care and to love
To come and be here
To say and believe
To assure and encourage
To hold and keep holding
To reach out and grip tight

Then I wake up, and walk weakly
I'm weathered and I'm worn, I'm weary
Still I couldn't see anyone there
For me

Author: Khairul Syahir
Submitted by: Khairul Syahir

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Why The Soldier Doesn't Quit

A soldier doesn't quit because his artillery isn't firing
A soldier doesn't quit because his airplanes aren't flying
A soldier doesn't quit because his tanks aren't driving
A soldier doesn't quit because his navy isn't supporting
A soldier doesn't quit when his officer isn't yelling
A soldier doesn't quit because his gun is jamming
A soldier doesn't quit because his brothers are getting shot at and dying
So then why doesn't a soldier quit?
A soldier doesn't quit because nothing is worse than dying without trying!

Author: Jose Mario Solano
Submitted by: josesolano626

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WIFE FOR LIFE

NO MATTER WHAT PEOPLE SAY
OR WHAT THEY MAY DO
I'M YOUR WIFE FOR LIFE

NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO
OR HOW LONG YOU ARE GONE
I'M YOUR WIFE FOR LIFE

IN SEASON AND
OUT OF SEASON
I'M YOUR WIFE FOR LIFE

PEOPLE WILL COME
PEOPLE WILL GO
I'M YOUR WIFE FOR LIFE

THEY WILL CHANGE
THEY WILL GROW OLD
AND I WILL STILL BE YOUR WIFE FOR LIFE

I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DO IT
BE ALONE ALL THE TIME THEY SAY
CAUSE I'M YOUR WIFE FOR LIFE

FOR BETTER OR WORSE
FOR RICHER OR FOR POOR
I'M YOUR WIFE FOR LIFE

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH
TILL DEATH DO US PART
I'M YOUR WIFE FOR LIFE

I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR WIFE FOR LIFE
BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND I TOOK
A VOW TO BE YOUR WIFE FOR LIFE

Author: VERONICA J SHAW
Submitted by: gptqueenlove_472295

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Winged Jewel

With wings spun of silver and hearts of gold,these tiny creatures our hearts behold. With angelic features and colors so bright, make even the heaviest heart seem light. The magical way they flit through the sky, they appear, then vanish in the blink of an eye. They're sending a message for us to retrieve, anything's possible for those who believe!

Author: unknown
Submitted by: chalk4ever

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Words on church wall in Upwaltham, England

I will not wish thee riches nor
the glow of greatness, but that
wherever thou go some weary
heart shall gladden at thy smile,
or shadowed life know sunshine for a while.
And so thy path shall be a track of light,
like angels' footsteps passing through the night.

Author: unknown
Submitted by: Beverly Faith

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Your Tomorrow's of Today

Today life is fulfilled, with Tomorrow's of Today.
Tomorrow's hope for the future, existing in your life of Today.
While you wait for Tomorrow don't lose what you have in Today,
For Tomorrow is never promise as you're facing life Today.
If you're living for Tomorrow but your Tomorrow is Today,
Stop living for Tomorrow and live your Tomorrow's of Today.
Remember you can live in your Tomorrow if you're blessed to live Today,
Because waiting for Tomorrow you might miss living in Today.
So don't waste another minute waiting for Tomorrow on Today,
Since your life in Tomorrow really lives in your present of Today.

Author: G. Hickson
Submitted by: iwlkbyfaith

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